Life Dungeon Game

"All I know is that our boss lives on the top floor of this Building No. 3. I've never seen him before, so I can only take you here."

He looked up at the towering building that disappeared completely into the night sky, and said in a hoarse voice, then quickened his pace slightly, "We'll be there soon if we walk a little further ahead."

He looked up at him but didn't say anything.

An old man and a young boy continued to follow behind the man.

The pitch-black night blanketed the road in silence.

The man's slow yet slightly hurried footsteps echoed in the open space in front of the building.

He gradually distanced himself from Heo behind him.

He then maintained this distance for a while, and after realizing that Heo did not react, he increased the distance between himself and Heo even further.

Immediately afterwards, his pace quickened, and the distance between him and He Ao widened.

However, He Ao still did nothing.

He looked up and saw the narrow, cramped doorway of the building right in front of him.

A dim, yellowish lamp shone from the small doorway, casting a faint glow that made the silent darkness behind the door seem even more profound.

As the man rapidly approached, a blurry human figure emerged from behind the door.

It was a burly man with a fierce face and a height of nearly two meters. His fleshy face gradually came into view under the dim light at the doorway as he walked along his body.

He looked at the disheveled man, whose mouth was stained with blood, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

He opened his mouth, about to ask a question, but the man moved faster than he could ask a question.

The man, who was almost at the small door, suddenly unleashed a burst of powerful strength, rushing into the dark doorway while shouting, "Kill the people behind! They are the enemy!"

The burly man was startled by these words. He immediately drew a pistol from his waist. At the same time, several dark figures quickly approached the door.

The man who had rushed through the door finally caught his breath. He stood at the edge of the lamplight in front of the small door, turned around, propped his hands on his thighs, and lifted his cheeks.

They watched as the shadow gradually emerged in the dim night.

After a brief pause, he suddenly stepped forward, drew another gun from the waist of the burly man in front of him, and aimed it into the night.

"The man behind them killed all my brothers. He took my gun. Open fire! It will be too late if they get close!"

He spoke very quickly, and as he spoke, his index finger suddenly pressed down and pulled the trigger.

boom--

A sudden gunshot rang out.

A hot bullet pierced the man's forehead.

Bright red blood trickled down the sides of his nose and onto his cheeks. The man's eyes widened, his body swayed, and he fell backward.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone suddenly shouted in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, everyone pointed their guns at the hazy shadows behind the night, their fingers on the triggers, and pulled down hard.

bang bang bang-

Then came a series of gunshots, like firecrackers.

However, the gunshot did not come from gang members under the lights.

The pistols they were using were the Ives Space System G750 pistols, inexpensive and not particularly powerful ordinary pistols.

However, even with a regular handgun, the initial velocity of the bullet still reaches nearly 500 meters per second.

At speeds exceeding the speed of sound, sometimes there isn't enough time to react.

The gang members standing under the lights never seemed to have imagined that the person standing opposite them would fire without even taking a 'shot'.

This level of enemy is beyond their capabilities to handle.

Amidst the sudden bursts of gunfire, crimson flowers bloomed one after another under the dim, yellowish light.

One by one, people slumped forward helplessly.

When the last person under the light fell, the hazy figure in the night finally became fully visible.

There were two figures, one large and one small.

The eldest was an elderly man with a straight posture. He was dressed in a neat suit, his hair was gray, and he was holding a wooden cane with a curved handle.

The younger one was an adorable little girl with a bit of baby fat. She was wearing simple brown shorts and a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and was holding an ice cream cone that she hadn't finished eating.

He Ao walked into the dim light and threw the empty pistol back at the man.

He was only temporarily borrowing the gun, and he was free to use the 'consumable' bullets that came with it while he was borrowing it.

This was something he and the man had agreed upon when he took the gun.

Now it should be returned to its rightful owner.

Just then, in the dim darkness behind the door, a pistol slowly rose and was pointed at He Ao's head.

The next second, the sharp cane pierced the gun owner's neck, and bright red blood spurted out.

His hand holding the gun fell limply to his side, and his bloodshot eyes stared wide-eyed at He Ao, seemingly wondering why this seemingly unsteady old man had suddenly appeared in front of him.

He pushed the hand holding the cane forward, giving the attacker's body a backward momentum, and then He pulled the cane back sharply, pulling it out.

The attacker swayed and fell backward.

Meanwhile, standing behind this body, a boy with wide eyes, wearing a thin, faded white T-shirt, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, was staring blankly at He Ao.

His cheeks were splattered with the blood of the attacker, and he held a pistol in his hand, but his hand was trembling so violently that he couldn't lift it.

He glanced at the gun; the pistol's safety was still on.

Extreme fear seemed to fill the boy's throat. He opened his mouth but could not speak, only making unconscious "ah ah" sounds.

He knelt on the ground and tried several times before he could finally speak in a trembling voice, with a hint of crying, "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I just joined the gang, I haven't done anything, please don't kill me."

Are you a resident of this neighborhood?

He Ao, leaning on his cane, asked slowly.

"Yes Yes!"

The boy nodded vigorously. "I'm from Building 5. I just joined the Poison Scorpion Gang and was assigned to guard the gate here. I have no choice. My mother is sick, and I can only get flour by joining the gang. Please don't kill me."

"How do I get to the top floor?"

He asked calmly.

"There is an elevator. Go straight in, turn right when you see the courtyard, and you'll see it after walking a short distance."

The boy quickly answered.

Where are the stairs?

He Ao then asked.

“The stairs are to the left, sir, it’s shorter than the elevator,” the boy said, “but you have to climb thirty-nine floors to get to the top floor.”

"Thank you for pointing me in the right direction,"

He Ao nodded gently, "Go home."

"what?"

The young man was stunned.

He looked up, staring at He Ao in disbelief.

After confirming that He Ao had no intention of attacking him, he dropped the pistol in his hand and excitedly got up.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

He mumbled words of thanks unconsciously and scrambled out of the small door.

Just then, Jiaxi, who had finished her ice cream cone and walked through the door, brushed past him.

She glanced sideways at the boy who had dashed into the night, then looked up at He Ao with some confusion, "Grandpa, was there anything different about that older brother?"

"He did not attack us."

He Ao patted Jiaxi's head, picked up the pistol from the ground, removed the safety, and then pulled the bolt.

“If he doesn’t want to kill us, then we don’t have to kill him. We cannot apply the principles of self-defense and emergency avoidance when the other party is not attacking us or endangering others.”

With a click, the bullet was chambered. He Ao looked at his granddaughter and said, "This is the law."

"Oh."

Jiaxi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Are you scared?"

Upon entering, there was a deep, dark, straight corridor. He Ao looked up at the corridor and asked softly.

"Not afraid."

Jiaxi stood beside He Ao and shook her head.

Just then, at the end of the straight corridor, several figures slowly appeared.

The sounds of the battle weren't loud, but they weren't quiet either, enough to attract the attention of some people who weren't asleep.

The wooden cane tapped against the hard cement floor, producing a series of crisp sounds.

An elderly man, walking with faltering steps, led a petite girl towards the figure emerging from the end of the corridor.

One by one, figures rushed towards them.

Firearms are not cheap, even the cheapest guns.

Most of the gang members living in this neighborhood do not own guns.

In fact, unless they have exceptionally ample funding, many gangs only provide firearms to those in charge of important areas.

Gangs like the Scorpion Gang, which live off the slums, don't seem to be well-funded.

Those men with fierce expressions pulled out all sorts of machetes, clubs, and other weapons, and looked at He Ao's face.

What greeted them were blooming, bright red flowers.